Azur Lane One-Shot Romance (X-Reader)

Prince Of Wales

I'm in for another tough one. I can feel it. Let me know how I did.

Enjoy.

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Lieutenant (FN) was being summoned to the Commander's Office for assignment. It was his office that was on top where he oversaw the water and the docks. Things could be heating up at any time and he was marching straight for his desk to receive the order. Uniform spotless and mustache in order as he hand tunnel vision down the hallway. This could be running a unit at base or operating a strike attack on the water. The classified job was not given to him yet, although he prepared for the worst.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in." Called the Commander.

(FN) marched right in and stopped a meter in front of his desk and gave a salute. "Commander Sir!"

"As you were Lieutenant. Have a seat." Commander smiled. 

"Yes Sir." He grabbed one of the seats across from him. "I have come at your request Sir."

"Good. This one you might have to in a rather, different setting." Commander grinned. 

"Are we landing in foreign territory Sir?" Asked (FN).

"Not exactly Lieutenant..." Commander shook his head.

"A part of base I am not too familiar with?" He questioned again.

"Well, wouldn't call it that..."

"Then what can I do for you?" (FN) sat there straight waiting for the order.

"I need you to attend to Her Ladyship." Nodded Commander.

"Which ship? I'm confused."

"I need you to head to Wales. Prince Of Wales to be precise." Commander raised his eyebrows.

"What..." A woman!? A royal woman!? "Huh?"

"Yes. Exactly." Commander got up from his desk to look over the docks. "You will be with her this afternoon."

(FN) was beside himself. He thought this would be given orders, navigation, or going up with a plan to strike. This, was not something covered in training. "Accompanying Her Grace..." Accompany royalty. "With all due respect Sir, have you lost your mind?"

"Beg Pardon Lieutenant." Commander turned his neck to eye the man still at his desk.

"Am I fit to be around loyalty? This off the record or on Canary Wharf?" 

"And in New York they call it 'down on Flatbush' and the answer is off the record. But your task is your task. She deserves some company and Her Highness needs a more clear mind." Commander went back to his desk and leaned over it to address his Lieutenant. "Are you a fine gentleman?" 

"Yes Sir." (FN) nodded.

"Can you control your temper?" He added on.

"Sir yes Sir."

"Do I have to worry about your composure?"

"Sir no Sir!" He said loudly.

"Will you treat our Ladyship with  the utmost respect and kindness?"

"Yes Sir."

"And will you make sure she's comfortable in your presence?"   

"Affirmative Sir."

Commander smirked. "See? I sent the best guy for the job. Now take your coat off and make sure your summer short sleeve uniform has been pressed. It might get hot. Also make sure you bring a bathing suit in your bag. Travel light today please."